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Dark Days
Rows of synchronised city lights hum with nervous energy
Sirens wail into the night
Manicured streets remain eerily desolate
Life, now a script on repeat
We search in vain for some semblance of peace and rhythm, long lost
Removed from the source,
We watch screens that tell us of the world outside
We spend our days,
Chasing after time
Trapped in cobwebs of the past
And blind to what really matters
Hacking away at ourselves all the while
Vibrant blooms of entropy pulling us towards an unknown eventuality
We reside in macrocosms,
Searching for meaning in the excess
Our tools have been weaponised
Our behaviour tracked, monitored and exploited
Lies, misinformation and a relentless chain of distractions,
Are fed to our cerebral cortex like a saline drip
Burning away at our insides like acid
Order flowers beneath grey walls and polluted skies
A faint and ominous whisper can be heard amongst the curling leaves of beleaguered city trees
A shiny veneer hides the stench of poison seeping in
Harmony amongst the chaos
